Looking out the window from the sixth floor of a high-rise on a busy Thursday afternoon brought a momentary sense of relief. This was largely brought on by the sight of trees that managed to block the streets below. Imagine waking up the next day to see a less-than-clear view. Upon stepping out of the building, there was a distinct but indescribable scent and the air felt dense. My chest felt a little heavy and the act of breathing became a conscious effort. Checking for other signs that would prompt even a hard-headed physician to go for a consultation and finding none, I went on to face a full day of work but not without having intermittent thoughts of how we have not only contributed but continuously added to the possible threat of eventually putting a price on something that is for free: the air we breathe.

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